Category Archives: New Free Verse

Poetry 2012

worrying (bone soup)

Posted on April 12, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

If this love is all that’s left, let me gnaw it let me scrape all taste from its bones, if bones it is, and crack them for marrow. I am less committed than hungry, bone sucking. Sucking bone, (more) hungry … Continue reading →

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cutting

Posted on April 11, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

The old physicians knew what we take in must be let out, but slowly, feeding leeches or lancets if  ink is blood and language the pulse driving it poetry becomes phlebotomy.

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Even As the Winds

Posted on April 11, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on The Bard of Liminga:
The eastern sky was vivid scarlet this morning as I started pedaling, head lowered into a strong wind. By the time I rounded the curve at Coles Creek, it had faded to gray,…

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building blocks (babble on babel)

Posted on April 11, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Hubris is hard to own in its breaking down to a simplicity of matter, as if cells were stones, small ones, collectively tall enough to threaten heaven and make gods nervous. After falling I stack, borrowed piece by borrowed piece a remembered me, self-made without blueprints. … Continue reading →

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clarity

Posted on April 10, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

It is the snap of daffodils piercing mud they have been under too long sleeping, in the throats of peepers chanting all night their pagan worship suddenly, you know it– that pause happening only inside April, the indrawn breath the gasp from … Continue reading →

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epidemic

Posted on April 10, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

We don’t have dancing plagues anymore, healed by prayer to Saint Vitus, or stopped by death, but we miss the mass release psychosis can become when it’s copied by a crowd. I yearn for a season of fainting spells or contagious … Continue reading →

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unlove poetry

Posted on April 10, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I can’t unlove, say words backwards in a ritual minus dolls and pins: reverofouyevollliwi or take back this heart because you never held it it was here, beating it never left.

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